Well the ropes are taut   And the stories have all been caught   There's a frost-cover drawn on the shore   And the catcher still seems to want more      Through the real and through the unreal   Not what you see but what you feel   And what transpires here   And what I hear transpires      And it falls, falls, falls   And it falls, falls, falls   It rises up, it rises up   And it falls, falls, falls      I just want to break even   I just want to pass on through   Like a ghost through a household tune   Under the light of the early dusk hues      Navigating and dealing extremes   Is not what at first it seems   And I keep my ship tight and true   For the next time that I will see you      And it falls, falls, falls   And it falls, falls, falls   It rises up, it rises up   And it falls, falls, falls